Author: Stephen Crane

Cites

• NULL (1)
  • IN: The Monster and Other Stories (1898) Fiction, Anthology Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: "If you ain't afraid, go do it then."
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL

Cited by

• Gabrielle Zevin (2)
  • IN: Because it is my blood (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the desert, I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter - bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."
    FROM: "In The Dessert", (1895), Poem, US
  • IN: Because It Is My Blood (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.”
    FROM: "In The Desert", (1895), Poem, US
• Matt Gallagher (1)
  • IN: Young Blood (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter -- bitter," he answered; "But I like it "Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."
    FROM: In the Desert, (1895), Poem, US
• Stephen King (1)
  • IN: Four Past Midnight (1990) Fiction, Supernatural, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter And because it is my heart.”
    FROM: In the Desert, (1895), Poem, US
• Claire Vaye Watkins (1)
  • IN: Battleborn (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.”
    FROM: "In the Desert", (1895), Poem, US
• Ryan David Jahn (1)
  • IN: The Last Tomorrow (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Should the wide world roll away Leaving black terror Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand Would be to me essential If thou and thy white arms were there And the fall to doom a long way.
    FROM: Should the Wide World roll away, (1905), Poem, US
• Peter Straub (1)
  • IN: Lost Boy Lost Girl (2003) Fiction, Speculative Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There was set before me a mighty hill And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-view, It seemed that my labours Had been to see gardens Lying at impossible distances.
    FROM: There Was Set Before Me a Mighty Hill, (1905), Poem, US
• Patrick Lee (1)
  • IN: Runner (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If there is a witness to my little life, To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.
    FROM: The Black Riders and Other Lines, (1895), Poem, US
• Edmund White (1)
  • IN: Hotel de Dream (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I cannot help vanishing, disappearing and dissolving. It is my foremost trait.
    FROM: letter to Ripley Hitchcock, (1896), NULL, US
• Jane Urquhart (1)
  • IN: Sanctuary Line (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Slowly and beautifully the land loomed out of the sea. The wind came again. It had veered from the northeast to the southeast. Finally, a new sound struck the ears of the men in the boat. It was the low thunder of the surf on the shore. "we'll never be able to make the lighthouse now," said the captain. "Swing her head a little more north, Billie," said he.
    FROM: The Open Boat, (1897), Short story, US
• Julia Spencer-Fleming (1)
  • IN: One Was a Soldier (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.
    FROM: War is Kind, (1896), Poem, US
• Lisa Duffy (1)
  • IN: The Salt House (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Tell her this And more, -- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
    FROM: The Black Riders and Other Lines, XXXVIII, (1895), Book, US